Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
MDC,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.